Contract Marriage With My Ex — Chapter 41. His agonies.

Life is not easy. Not at all if you ask someone like Kiara whose life has always been a hardship filled with drawbacks and obstacles. However, it will not be wrong to compare her life with little Billy though. Even though it has hardly been two stupid fucking damn years to his existence yet whatever he has gone through counts more than what Kiara has experienced in life.

Both suffered the same. Immense love, depended on somebody who gave no shit to their feelings and gradually in the end saw a cruel heart break that left them to no grounds. Yet again, if their sorrows are measured, it will be realized Billy suffered more.

At least Kiara knew that the person she loved, she was dependent on will never come back after they left, albeit poor Billy was yet confused and hopeful that one day his Mamma would come back to him and love him like the old times.

“Stop it Billy! Can’t you just shut your ass hole mouth and eat this in silence!!!” He cried louder every time Shania popped out her eyes gripping his delicate arms tight and making him sit in her lap. “Stop crying! It’s intolerable, please. Shut up and eat this.”

She was though trying to be a good mother alas, “Mamma!” He pointed there toward the door requesting her who was his biological Mamma to bring his that Mamma who left him during the darkness of the night hours. “Mamma!” he wriggled strongly in her lap turning her red in grouchiness.

Shania kind of aggressively made him sit on the bed holding his arms together in her clutch. “I am your Mamma, did you get that Billy! I am your Mamma.” She shouted that even the poor kid jumped in his place, suck in a deep breath before he let out severe whimpered cry throwing his body on the bed while got fresh tears made their ways out if his eyes.

He twisted and turned on the bed kicking his legs in the air, slapped his hands on the mattress screaming his lungs out. He whined stubbornly alas there was no one to listen to his cries except Shania who was as mad as he himself, as in the sense of stubbornness.

She sat on the edge of the bed with crossed arms. The bowl of porridge skipped down the edge thus breaking into pieces while the matter spread out on the carpet. Billy continued to whimper on his energy while his mother perilously stared him.

If stares could stab someone then now, Billy would have been lying amidst an ocean of his own blood, dead. Thankfully it was not going to happen never! Any which ways after having had enough of his whines, Shania pulled him up in her arms like a broken fractured doll and deadly growled, “Cry as much you want, but get that, that you are not going anywhere. I am your Mamma and I will be.” No sooner have she finished her statement than Shania placed him back on the bed to cry while she herself walked out of the bed.

“Handle him, make him eat something and take him to his room.” Shania ordered the nanny who was appointed for Billy.

“And if he throws his tantrums, just let him be and leave!” Shockingly nodding in yes the nanny undid the knob of the door while there, Shania scurried away fuming in anger.

Hurrying with long footsteps as the nanny came to the bed, she picked up the abandoned little baby who was silent now. His eyes still watered while his little sobs brought tears in her eyes. “Ohh my baby! Please, no no no. Please don’t.” Her elderly voice gave a sense as to how experienced the woman was.

Her black and pepper hairs that was designed in a low bun spoke how well was she in her work. Her quivering hands that hugged Billy close to her chest showed how many children she might have handled in her entire life!

She let her tears flow down on her cheeks whilst patting Billy’s back. He was breathing abnormally and his partially closed eyes ran wet with streaming hot tears. “You're so little baby! Ohh lord, what is his sin? Why are you punishing this little soul like this. What wrong has he done?” The nanny faced the ceiling taking out her grudges toward the God.

She squeezed her lashes together feeling the poor kid’s pain. Four weeks, four fucking weeks, and he has been crying like this asking for his mamma. However, the least idea did he had was that he was being deprived of a mother’s love.

“Look at him, he is so small. But his pains, his sufferings are bigger than the life he has lived so far. Can’t you just give him a good mother?” She disgustingly glared the ceiling breathing heavily.

There was nothing she can do in this matter rather than complaining. Even if she wished, she was helpless. Not only was he taken away from his father where he was a little happy but also he was abandoned by that cruel fake mother of his who did not even think for a second before taking such a big decision!

“Mamma” Muttering continuously in a semi conscious condition Billy blinked his eyes being on the verge of falling asleep.

The helpless nanny shrieked seeing his vulnerable condition. “I am there for you sweety, if not your real mother. I may not be able to love you like that heartless woman whom you are crying for, that bitch, who left you behind after getting you addicted to her but I will do whatever I can for you.” She kissed his hairs longingly. Her lips adored his red face lovingly providing that his tears wetted her lips.

When the salinity of the tears kissed her tongue, she pulled him close helplessly cursing Kiara who happened to be the ground behind his destruction. Not only his, but also his father who has vanished after losing the custody case. “Ohh my dear God, help this kid. Please do something for him. Please, help him recover from this loss!” She hiccuped that her voice cracked and throat choked.

She slowly made Billy lay down in his bed followed by covering him with his little duvet. Her fingers lovingly caressed his head while her heart prayed to the almighty to show some mercy on this little soul before it was late. She lost herself in his innocence unaware of the reality that— indeed God heard her voice.

Tbc…